<≪≪ Learning Poem by Abdul Wahab

I have gone through books
More than the number of hairs
One grows on his or her head
And I am too proud to be called learned
Yet in learning too I find blemishes

Firstly, I will never be chosen
A prophet to lead you all,
Even if, God ever wishes
Out of fear that I could rewrite
And for our own convenience
His version i would manipulate

Next, I lose my flower like innocence
As my logic and reason are sharpen
No more I take any desperate step
Meticulously now I calculate loss and gain
Before I fall in love with you again.